"Fiction"
I found myself in a place well known to me,
I knew this place by heart.
I've been at this place for three years now,
Soon to be four.
The days are the same,
Go, study, work, listen, write, eat.
The days never change,
They are always the same.
The people are the same,
Talking amongst themselves.
Laughing, eating, studying
Together...
They go to class,
Sit down in their seats.
They ask questions
Together....
They walk out of class,
With their heavy bookbags
They chat with each other to their next class
Together...
They walk to their class...
Together...
They eat their lunch...
Together...
They Study, Work, Play, Run, Read
Together... Together... and Together...
Together...
It's always together for them...
Everyday...
Each and everyday...
I walk to my class...
Alone...
I eat my lunch...
Alone...
I Study, Work, Play, Run, Read
Alone... Alone... and Alone...
Alone
It's always alone for me...
Everyday...
Each and Everyday...
I go up to them
Ask a simple question
"Do you know who I am?"
"No" They reply
"I have been here as long as you have"
"How could you not regonize me"
"I do not know you, sorry" They reply
"Leave me alone now, I got to go to class"
Nobody know's me
Nobody recognizes me
Nobody remembers me
What am I?
My nothingness
My unacknowledgement
My nonexistance
Renders me fictional
That's all I am
I'm just fictional